Thursday, March 8, 2012

Perfect Imperfection

I love watching re-runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S because I never get tired of dreaming about being one of them.
The only reason I loved Barbie as a kid was because I couldn't wait to chop their long beautiful hair off and feel like a hairdresser. Of course, when my hair cut wouldn't go as planned, I would cry because their hair never grew back.
I listened to the Backstreet Boys and Westlife everyday when I was in the 6th grade and I thought they were amazing. No regrets there.
I spent two summers working in a bookstore just so I could spend the entire day reading books.
Every time it rains, I get a cup of tea or cocoa and sit by the window because I think its a beautiful setting.
Most of the things I think about doing run like movie scenes in my head.
I never learn from heart breaks. I'm always hoping the next time is different - even though I don't like admitting it.
I sometimes make statements and act a certain way because I'm waiting for someone or something to come along and prove me wrong.
I love riding bikes because of the exhilarating feeling of the wind blowing through my hair. The disbelieving looks from people around is pretty amusing too.
I'm a workaholic. Being overworked is a craving.
I'm an emotional roller coaster because I go by what my heart has to say, irrespective of the number of times it has landed me in trouble.
I'm very dramatic. Dramatic to the extent that I'm always attracting drama in life.
There are times when I hit rock bottom but I always know I'll be fine.
I'm finally okay with being on my own.
I hate arguments. I just cannot hate someone or hold a grudge against them for too long.

I've never claimed to be perfect but I did strive for it. But I realize that I'm the one who gets to define what perfect is. And where I am now is good enough.

This is who I am. No regrets, no wishes to change, no alterations for someone else.

I'm proud to be me. Aren't you?